- Cool Hand Luke
NEW YORK CITY - If I can make it here. I'll make it anywhere.
I got skunked Friday night at Bluestockings Books in New York City.
Did I tell you?
I was in Rochester, New York on Thursday, then drove down to NYC for my evening debacle on the Lower East Side.
I don't think I told you.
I crossed myself about a hundred times and then drove into New York City in the brown Honda yesterday afternoon. That car, if it were a person, deserves most of the credit for me getting this far on this trip. What heart that old soul has, seven thousand miles already, 170,000-plus all told.
Actually drove into the city, through the city, down the Palisades Parkway, the FDR, across the Williamsburg Bridge, into Brooklyn. I was going under the train, on the street.
It reminded me of some movies, maybe "Finding Nemo," maybe "The French Connection."
I got lost and stopped to ask for directions, twice.
The people were extra nice. I kind of knew they would be. Ruth and Sam and Emily and I had been to New York over New Year's. We saw "Hairspray" and walked around Times Square for four days. The people in the city were nice. The cab driver talked to us about Queens and Harlem and the bridges we passed as we stared out the windows trying to take it all in.